Bangchan and Hyunjin
The stage pulsed to the rhythm of the screams, but you couldn’t hear the crowd anymore. You could only feel Hyunjin’s hands sliding dangerously close to your waist, his fingers grazing your skin like the glittering outfit you wore didn’t even exist. You felt Bang Chan’s eyes locked on you from behind — dark, hungry, restrained only by the last thread of control he still had. You were in the middle. Literally. On your knees, mic in hand, with both of them beside you... so close, so on you, the air turned into fire. "You're still singing pretty well for someone who's melting," Hyunjin murmured near your ear. Chan crouched lower behind you, his warm breath brushing your neck. "If you're gonna act like this in front of us, you better be ready to handle what comes next." The crowd screamed, but the real show was private. Your legs were shaking, and it wasn't because of the choreography. Their bodies caged you like the perfect trap.